When times are tough, the tough get scrubbing.
Last night was not a good night, and required a great deal of thinking. I am not a person who can sit and think something through. I need to be working feverishly at whatever it is that I'm doing, my mind moving as quickly as my hands.
If you were to measure the size of the shock by the amount of work completed, well....
I scrubbed the bathroom floor and baseboards on my knees.
I pulled out the cabinet at the end of the long hall and polished that to within a inch of its life. I scrubbed and polished the baseboards in the hall too.
I scrubbed the pile of pots and pans from my last batch of tomato processing.
I did laundry, washed, dried, folded, AND put away.
I washed every rug in the house and by the time they were done, the floors they lay on were scrubbed too.
I polished the furniture in the livingroom. I pulled the cushions off the couches and vacuumed underneath.
I vacuumed the whole downstairs.
It is dark now, and the house is quiet. I can't say that my mind is quiet, but it is definately quieter. It is what it is.
Oh. And I got my new electric toothbrush today. Unlike Tasker, Nick, and Ed, I do not have strong teeth. They need all the help they can get.